The caves are where it all started. They allowed the first wandering wolves access to the land of Blossom Forest, and afterward housed the monster that had threatened the earliest of inhabitants. The heroes had slain it, yes, but in doing so had also closed off one of the pathways in the caverns, magic blocking one of the many exits to Blossom Forest. But over the years, the original spell has weakened and now the way is clear. What will not only crawl out of the caverns, but erupt from it? The caves now thrum with the ever growing magic wellspring as it spreads out into the land. It is from here that the first vampire of Blossom Forest was corrupted, and it is here that any subsequent vampire will be born. To traverse its paths is dangerous - there is an almost impenetrable darkness, and in that abyss lays many secrets - hidden holes one could fall through, weakened floors, and then of course there is the labyrinthe itself. No one knows what the deeper levels hold - no one has traveled them and survived to tell tales. Not even those who call this place home dares to test their luck by going in deep, deep, deeper. The magic exuding from this place has rearranged the lands - moving packs, changing the terrain. Here the cave looks the same but it is not - it is more dangerous than ever. In addition, outside the mouth of the cave the sacred stones that once stood erect in another place now stand guard. They are colored the most beautiful arrangement of jewel tones, and almost appear to be made of gems themselves, no longer the dull grey they once were. It is within them that all official fights must take place - at the Blican Orlege. Welcome to Drylic Cofa...


Wolf in Sheep's Skin

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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As he has carressed her, if such a loving word could be used for for his rough touch, she giggled and moved against him. As he became rougher and rougher, she moaned before increasing her vocalizations to something more that drove him to take her swiftly. He was a selfish beast and always had been, caring not much for the want or feelings for others. But this time he hoped he had at least managed to pleasure her in some aspects of the act. When he dismounted her, she collapsed and smiled at him but then that had been when he had been taken over by whatever virus, bacteria, or disease destroyed his body. Finally his eyes had opened again and his pain had stopped, true, and his new red gaze had poured over her - she was in exactly the same spot as he last remembered her being. Her brows were raised and her pinnae focused forward upon him, and perhaps her lids were widened, but she still lay upon the ground. As he rose, he noted the pool of blood that surrounded where he was previously had died upon the ground and wondered at it - did he truly have that much blood inside of him? But more than that, how was he standing still if he had lost that much blood? Why was his heart beating so slowly... and what was this hunger crawling within his body and staining his vision?

As he starting grooming himself, his vision stared at the pool and watched it stream toward Lucaya's delicate form. If she did not move, his own blood would stain her pelt. It would stream down her limbs and along her sides until it surrounded her, outlining her in a line of red. His blood would invade her fur, pulling through the hairs and darkening them more and more by the second and for whatever reason the sight of the blood only made him hungrier despite the fact that it was his own. Perhaps other wolves would not first think about cleaning themselves after undergoing something so painful, so terrifying, so odd. But Draven prided himself on his appearance, not because of vanity but because it showed his healthy, his training, his discipline. His clean, thick pelt showed that he was getting enough nutrition. His musculature showed his training, his strength. And so with the blood covering him - although it would have been a good way to frighten some young pups if he had been hunting - it was not useful now and he wanted it gone. When he was nearly finished with cleaning, he spoke to her. Finally, conversation returned and she responded with a shrug, and with a statement that Draven had honestly not been expecting.

'I mean, considering that was my first time... Lucifer wanted to wait. And then he left.'

Draven stared at her hard for a moment before shaking his head. The motion sent pain through his skull but he ignored it. "Wait a moment darling. You are telling me that you were betrothed to another and you two never laid together? How could you have ever decided to spend the rest of your lives together if you did not first delve into the intimate unknown and see if there was a connection? We belong to a species that has two goals - survival and procreation - and you were going to vow to be together forever without first seeing if you would enjoy making pups together? That is stupid and insane. You are lucky indeed that he left, what if he failed in the sack? You would have been miserable for eternity and would have never met me. Trust me - life is better without this past mate of yours."

Draven straightened the last few hairs in his freshly cleaned pelt before standing and shaking it out. His gaze followed hers to her paws that were now stained in blood and made an off comment remark, which caused her to catch his gaze as she glanced up at him.

'What are you talking about?'

Draven smirked and shook his head at her, rolling his eyes. "Really, darling? Is that a real question you are asking me?" His nape turned, cocking his cranium to the left. His pools bore into her, before he swept it incredulously to the ground. A paw raised and swept over the crimson liquid's surface. "Have you never fed upon a deer, or other large animal? Even a small one! Once you tear out their throat they bleed out, and then they die. Did you have some sort of different idea of how wolves were made? We may be Putnar and not Lera, but we are put together the same. One does not simply lose the entirety of their lifeblood and walk away." He paused and raised his same paw looking at it. "And yet I have. I am the living dead, or the undead. My heart stopped, and yet even now beats at a tempo a fourth of the speed it should." Draven had never been superstitious before or believed in the tales told to him as a pup, but he was smart too and could not ignore the facts surrounding him. "I do not know how, I do not know why, but that is the simple truth. Now... should we go get a snack? I'm sure some little things have lost themselves in the halls of my home, shall we look for them?"

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω


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